"We aren't getting another dog." These are the words I eat everyday I look at Charlotte.
We have had dogs in the past. And as much as I loved the dogs we've owned, I admit, they did not get the kind of love and attention they deserved.
So, eventually, we found them better homes.
I did not want another dog to endure us again.
"Maybe we just aren't a dog family." I thought.
But, deep down, I wanted to be.
So did that sister. She would pray every night for Jesus to bring us a good dog.
Six months past and she continued to pray, "Lord, help us find a dog."
We thought her hope would fade with time, it just grew stronger. She bought the "Dog Bible" and scoured it...learning breeds & temperments, until it was tattered and worn. She kept a journal with list upon list of prospective dogs. She would cry at night for Otis.
"Black Lab Pups For Sale" read the sign alongside a country road that cold December day almost one year ago.
"We are not getting a Lab." I said.
"We are not getting a Lab." Daddy said.
But you know that we did. And you know that we love her.
We don't deserve a dog like Charlotte, but God knew better.
And just like the famous spider who saved Wilbur's bacon....I'm beginning to see that this Charlotte has done the same, for a whole family who was in need of a little miracle.